M.G.L. C. 123 § 12(a) in I am I Said.

Meh. I turned off and tuned out of Facebook today. A friend sent the police to my door yesterday on a “wellness check”. All because I said I didn’t want to talk to anyone right now, I am wicked depressed and don’t want to hear “stop worrying” “the right job is out there” “be patient” “smile” “think good thoughts” “pray”, etc. I said something to the effect if one more person tells me to “stop worrying” or “cheer up” or fucking talks to me about praying to God? I am going to fucking lose it and swallow a bottle of valium.

I was crying all damned day, gave myself a headache, went to lie down and managed to nod off. (I haven’t really slept in 36-hours.) Next thing I know I’m awoken by someone leaning on my front doorbell and banging on the door hard. AND now the dogs are raising hell. I thought it was Diane next door and ignored it. Trying to shush the dogs. I really am in no mood whatsoever to deal with her drunken/drugged out dramatics. I have my own going on right here thankyouverymuch. (Minus the drugs and alcohol.)

Then there’s LOUD banging on my back door and my windows were all open in the back of my house. I hear a male voice loudly say, “Tamara”. I answer, “yes?” Talk about being startled, wondering who the hell this person is in my backyard at my bedroom window. Thank goodness the curtain was down. I shit you not, next thing I hear is: “Open the door please, it’s the police.”

Now I am scared shitless, like, ah, why are the police here?! I open the door and go out, looking like a hot mess and of course I start crying. They tell me someone called worried I was going to harm myself. Ugh, I sniveled, “Listen, I have my dogs to take care of, I am depressed, yes, but I am no harm to anyone.”

They repeatedly asked me if I needed someone to talk to and I said “No, but if I ever felt myself getting that out-of-control I have my own doctor or would go to the ER.”

“Are you sure you don’t need anything, you’re not going to hurt yourself are you? If we leave and you hurt yourself we’re going to feel really badly about ourselves.” I said, “Officers, I am not going to harm myself, what I need is a job!” They were nice, interacted with Dixie and the one officer said, “No one can take care of them better than you can.” I thought they were going to Chapter 123 § 12(a) me!

Last updated June 01, 2016